Mag-log inMarcusI parked my car outside the old industrial building on the edge of the city, my hands sweaty on the steering wheel. This wasn’t the kind of place normal people came to borrow money. This was where desperate men made deals with devils.Rico “The Blade” Morales was waiting for me inside.I found him sitting on a metal chair in the middle of the empty warehouse, surrounded by four silent, heavily armed men. Rico was in his late forties, stocky, with a thick neck covered in tattoos and a scar running down the left side of his face. His eyes were cold and dead...the eyes of a man who had killed before and would kill again without blinking.“Marcus Richardson,” Rico said slowly, his voice deep and raspy. He didn’t stand up. “You’ve got some balls coming here again man. Sit.”I sat down on the chair opposite him, trying to look confident.“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice,” I said. “I need a loan again. A big one.”Rico smiled, but there was no warmth in it.“How
Sarah“I thought she was going to text you instead of coming to your office,” I said rudely as soon as Victoria left, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “What happened with her texting you instead of coming down to your office? You know how much I hate seeing that miserable face of hers. Especially when she looks at you like that.”Silas looked at me, calm as ever, but his eyes sharpened when they met mine.“Victoria came because she had important information she wanted to deliver in person,” he replied evenly. “She knows I prefer face-to-face discussions for sensitive matters like this and yes, she tried to seduce me again. That’s how she operates.”I let out a bitter laugh, stepping further into the room.“Seduce you?” I repeated. “She kissed your cheek right in front of me, Silas and had her body pressed against you. Don’t stand there and tell me it's 'seducing' when it was obvious she was almost making out with you, and that fucking triumphant smug look, she had on.
MarcusThe dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town smelled of stale beer and cheap cigars. Raymond Kline had chosen this place deliberately far from prying eyes and expensive that the staff wouldn’t ask questions.I sat in a private booth at the back with Kline, nursing a whiskey while three former employees of Bennett & Associates sat across from us. They looked nervous but greedy, their eyes darting between the thick envelopes on the table and Kline’s cold smile.Kline leaned forward, tapping one of the envelopes.“Five thousand each,” he said smoothly. “Cash. No records. All you have to do is sign these affidavits and be ready to testify if needed.”The first man, a former senior designer named Paul, swallowed hard.“What exactly do we have to say?” he asked.Kline slid the papers toward them.“You’ll swear under oath that you witnessed Sarah Bennett displaying erratic and unstable behavior. Yelling at staff, neglecting important projects, making threats and showing signs
VictoriaI walked into Silas Crowley’s office with my hips swaying and my heart beating with anticipation.I had dressed for him a tight red dress that hugged my body like a second skin, the neckline low enough to show the swell of my breasts, the hem short enough to tease what was underneath. My heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as I approached his desk, a seductive smile playing on my lips.Silas looked up from his papers, his dark eyes scanning me slowly from head to toe. He didn’t smile, but I saw the flash of interest in his gaze.“Victoria,” he said. “You’re early.”“I couldn’t wait,” I purred, sitting on the edge of his desk instead of in the chair. I crossed my legs slowly, letting the dress ride up my thighs. “I have news for you and I wanted to deliver it personally.”He leaned back in his chair, watching me with that predatory calm that made my pussy throb.“Tell me,” he said.I leaned forward slightly, giving him a better view of my cleavage.“Marcus cam
VictoriaI woke up slowly in Marcus’s bed, my body deliciously sore and aching in all the right places.The sheets were tangled around my naked legs, and the faint scent of sweat and sex still lingered in the air. I stretched lazily, a satisfied smile spreading across my lips as memories from yesterday flooded back in vivid detail.Those two strong men in the storage room… God, they fucked so hard.I remembered how the gateman had bent me over the boxes, slamming his long thick cock deep into my pussy while the gardener shoved his fat dick into my mouth. I had been dripping wet, moaning like a whore as they took turns pounding me. I had screamed in pleasure as they double-penetrated me, bouncing me like a toy while spanking my ass red and calling me every name I craved.I had come so many times, squirting down their cocks while screaming Silas’s name. Even after they had filled me with cum one deep in my pussy, the other shooting across my tits and face I had still wanted more
Victoria “Fuck me,” I said, my voice husky and demanding. “Both of you...like right now. I want your cocks in my pussy and my ass. Spank me, fuck me hard, I know you two have been thinking about this day...yes, so have I. Don’t be gentle. I want it rough.”They stared at me with their mouths open, their cocks visibly bulging in their work pants.The gateman swallowed hard. “Ma’am… this is… are you sure?”I turned around, facing them, and cupped my breasts, pinching my hard nipples.“Look at me, do I look like I'm joking” I said. “I’m dripping wet. I need cock. Big, hard, thick cock. Don’t make me beg.”The gardener’s eyes were glued to my soaked thong.“But… your husband…” he muttered.“Marcus is not my husband,” I snapped. “And even if he was, I don’t give a fuck. I want you two to fuck me senseless. Now.”That broke them.The gateman moved first, grabbing me roughly and kissing me hard. His big hands squeezed my tits as the gardener came behind me, yanking my thong down m
SarahBy 7 PM when we got back to the suite, I was completely losing control.The last meeting was hell. I sat next to Silas at the investor's table and couldn’t stop thinking we fucked just one hour earlier. His cock was inside my pussy minutes ago. I walked around the whole conference with h
SarahThe Miami Business Summit's first day was absolute torture.I sat in the panel discussion on market expansion, trying to focus on what the speakers were saying about upcoming trends in hospitality design. But all I could think about was Silas sitting three rows behind me.I could feel
VictoriaSarah called an emergency meeting at 7 AM.Everyone knew something was wrong the moment she walked into the conference room. Her face was cold as ice, her eyes were full of dark anger. Her whole body gave off so much rage that the room felt colder.Marcus and I looked at each other
Victoria"Then we run," I said. "We get money from somewhere and we run.""With what money?" Marcus asked. His voice was rising. He looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Sarah has my salary cut at seventy percent. I'm making nothing. You're in the same situation." He grabbed the







